J. Cole - Grown Simba Lyrics

from:  American Dreamin' (A History Lesson On J. Cole) Mixtape | The Warm Up To The Warm Up Mixtape | The Warm Up Mixtape

[Verse 1]
Yea, yea, (clears throat) yea
Uh - now I was dreaming about a deal at the age of 13
I was fein'n for the meals, I ain't talking Burger King
Some of my n*ggas in the Ville' all they did was serve feins
F*ck scales, I had skills all day rehearsing
Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting
All the wanted was some waves, like they f*cking surfing
Hold up now don't get it twisted, I ain't hating do your thing
I was like a young Simba couldn't wait to be the king
Now n*gga it's the prince, hopped over the fence where the grass way greener
Look at shorty's ass way meaner
Something like Serena mixed with Trina, have you seen her?
She fine enough to be Miss Howard, word to Adina
My money like a senior watch it graduate
Now its time to eat I'm letting all my n*ggas grab a plate
Gravitate to real sh*t, stay away from phonies
These n*ggas heard about me now they acting like they know me
Keep on saying

[Chorus]
Where you going n*gga? - Sh*t, there ain't no telling
Ay, where you going n*gga? - Ay, there ain't no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going n*gga, going n*gga?
There ain't no telling
Can't tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top

[Verse 2]
Pardon the interruption; a proper introduction is necessary when your sh*t is legendary
Man, greedy n*ggas wouldn't let me in the cafeteria
Cuz they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian
The hoes is librarians, they looking me up
She got a Jones like Marion, she licking me up
Then we cut, look how she say my name
I got her moaning J. Cole, they used to say Jermaine
I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin, 6 feet, sh*ts deep
I was low, just a dolla and some hope fixed me
Cuz I was broke plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser
Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercier
I'm a star, Conversers , conversing with them girls, with them curves like cursive
They open like curtains because my sh*t is unheard of like curses on the radio
Same b*tches used to play me though
Now they yelling-

[Chorus]
Where you going n*gga? - Sh*t, there ain't no telling
Ay, where you going n*gga? - Sh*t, there ain't no telling
Yea, they keep on saying where you going n*gga, going n*gga?
There ain't no telling
Cant tell you where I'm going, just know I wont stop
Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top

[Verse 3]
I left the city for a minute but its still on my back
Told my n*ggas, "Ay I'm finna' put the Ville on the map"-Ill be back
And I'm coming with a deal and a plaque
Cuz I'm ill b*tch, they couldn't make a pill for the rap
Pouring liquor for my n*ggas that was killed, send em back
Came home sh*t is real n*ggas still in the trap
Hold up now don't get it twisted if you slang do your thang
Me I'm like a young Simba I cant wait to be the king
Witness the dream
Straight out that Carolina water I was brought up
In the city where the skinny n*ggas trynna be the ballas
Ain't no fathers but the skinny n*ggas trynna hit their daughters
Sneaking in her crib but her momma never caught us
What they taught us men them bad b*tches only want the ballas
The starters, we hoopin now the hoes wanna guard us
Uh-Okay, so play D... know what I mean?
And I-I-I put you on the team
Men this life is but a dream
And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause I'm a f*cking rap star

Where you going n*gga? - Sh*t, there ain't no telling
They say this life is but a dream,
And I need a fast car, bad broad, fast forward, pass, pause
I'm a f*cking rap star
Ay, where you going n*gga? - Ay, there ain't no telling

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